Before and after the trip A’s parents were telling stories about great a grandfather, wild tigers and roaming dangerous elephants. While my ancestors were busy eating their boiled potatoes in Sweden and Denmark, some of his ancestors enjoyed beautiful views like this.
Munnar is most of all famous for tea. Every mountain, every slope, every village – it’s all about tea. It was so beautiful I felt like I should take the chance to make my own little Bollywood dance. This would have been such a great opening scene. “The hills are alive with the scents of tea …”
We couldn’t pluck tea, as it was all privately owned. But if someone else plucks tea and puts it into your hand – is it considered breaking the rules? Without worries about land owners our driver took us to the best places and plucked a handful of leaves for us to smell at.
When you pluck tea you should go for the newest leaves at the top of the plant. The leaves themselves has no special smell or taste of tea. It is not until after oxidation, drying and roasting the special tea smell will appear.
And this guy. I love him so much.